So, I am a dog?
Hence I must come To do thy bidding faster?
Must tell thee--Nay, a dog stays dumb! A dog obeys one master! NOT many yards from where the restless elephants stood lined under big brick arches--in an age-old courtyard, three sides of which were stone-carved splendor and the fourth a typically Eastern mess of stables, servants' quarters, litter, stink, and noisy confusion--a stone door, slab-hewn, gave back the aching glitter of the sun.

Its only opening--a narrow slit quite near the top--was barred.

A man--his face close-pressed against them--peered through the interwoven iron rods from within.
Jaimihr, in a rose-pink pugree still, but not at all the swaggering cavalier who pranced, high-booted, through the streets--a down-at-heel prince, looking slovenly and heavy-eyed from too much opium--sat in a long chair under the cloister which faced the barred stone door.

He swished with a rhino riding-whip at the stone column beside him, and the much-swathed individual of the plethoric paunch who stood and spoke with him kept a very leery eye on it; he seemed to expect the binding swish of it across his own shins, and the thought seemed tantalizing.
"It is not to be done," said Jaimihr, speaking in a dialect peculiar to Howrah.

"That--of all the idiotic notions I have listened to--is the least worth while! Thy brains are in thy belly and are lost amid the fat! If my brother Howrah only had such counsellors as thou--such monkey folk to make his plans for him--the jackals would have finished with him long ago." "Sahib, did I not bring word, and overhear, and trap the man ?" "Truly! Overheard whisperings, and trapped me a hyena I must feed! Now thou sayest, 'Torture him!' He is a Rangar, and of good stock; therefore, no amount of torturing will make him speak.